A/N: I think this will be it. I like it when authors let people use their imagination to fill in the blanks.
"I know you must think I would be daft to not have a clue how you felt about me. But you never said it. You never strung the words together, so I had to figure and guess and I never knew for certain. I wanted to be with you, truly I did, but I found someone that I knew wanted to be with me too."
"And that was enough for you? Screw everything we had together, everything we had been though, so long as you found someone who could say the words? I know you'll never feel for her what you feel for me."
"Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't. I don't know. Maybe one day I won't remember how your laughter reminds me of music. Maybe I'll forget that your eyes light up when you learn something, anything, but most especially when you're learning about me. Maybe I'll close my eyes one night, and see her face, not yours."
"Expressing your feelings is a two-way street, you know. You've never sounded so eloquent, and over broken words. I made plain with my actions, or so I thought, but that wasn't enough for you, was it? But you, you could be ambiguous with your actions, with your words, even with the look in your eyes. But that was okay for you, I guess, so long as I wasn't spelling out what you were too afraid to even think!"
"Of course I was afraid! How could I not be? We both know I'll never be good enough for you. You're going places and I…"
"You what? How could you ever think that you're not good enough for me? I want you, that's all I need. You're amazing in so many ways that I know you'll never see."
"I don't want to hear that. I want you to go and be happy without me. I'll have to live with letting you get away."
"No. If you really feel this way, I'm going to fight for you. You, of all people, should know that."